What’s great about America is that you can have your coffee ready at a nearby Starbucks or 7-11 as early as 6 or 7 a.m. What’s great about America is that when you buy a shirt that doesn’t fit or that you simply don’t like, you can return it, which may or may not require a brief note of explanation. What’s great about America is that you can get a job at 16, go to school, play sports and watch R-rated movies on Friday nights with an adult. What’s great about America is that you don’t have to be GREAT; you can be a drug dealer on the streets, selling dope and still be satisfied.
What’s not so great about America is how easily kids drop out of school, how you can start smoking at 18 and drive under the influence of alcohol. What’s not so great is how half the magazines in bookstores are about celebrities, models and ads that make women sex objects. What’s the message, if the article is about a girl who isn’t just a pretty face, but has brains and a 4.0 GPA, when the ad right next to the page is a half-naked girl next to a Budweiser?
What does it take to be successful and rich in America? Does it come with a red lipstick and a pair of jeans with “Booty” sewed on the back? Does it come with your eyes or what you write? If you don’t make your life a reality show for the whole world to see, who’s gonna notice your talent?
What does it take to make it in America?
But for better or for worse, I do love America. In sickness and in health, I do take my Grande Late. For richer or poorer, I do want the Chevy Convertible.
I do love Hollywood and happy endings…
I do…’till death do us part…